tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post7659633063242395102..comments2023-09-21T08:53:42.554+01:00Comments on blethers: Encouraging - and plain stupidChristine McIntoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14198224025775398453noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post-41694790616180127252009-01-10T19:30:00.000+00:002009-01-10T19:30:00.000+00:00Nope. I'm a lost cause.Nope. I'm a lost cause.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post-69435655359813419452009-01-10T19:02:00.000+00:002009-01-10T19:02:00.000+00:00abf - you trying to be obscure?abf - you trying to be obscure?An Honest Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03737317978687717195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post-55896244290524070612009-01-10T18:21:00.000+00:002009-01-10T18:21:00.000+00:00Things move. They up sticks and wander about the h...Things move. They up sticks and wander about the house when no one is looking. It is a fact of life - mysterious, unfathomable and deeply frustrating, not to say spooky.<BR/><BR/>I once searched for a pile of strong brown envelopes containing photographs. It was February. I knew where they were. They weren't. Four months later I went to where they used to be, and they had returned from what I can only presume was a Spring break. They sat there mocking me brownly.<BR/><BR/>There is a similar phenomenon with teaspoons and underwear: at least one of the former will be left when you empty out the dishwater (despite a careful search beforehand); as for the latter, vests (trans: <I>undershirts</I>) always contrive to turn themselves inside out in the washing machine.<BR/><BR/>And let us not venture into the territory of how it is that supermarket trolleys can travel miles from their homes - and sometimes into foreign lands.<BR/><BR/>Can St Anthony help? More likely St Jude.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post-81630622654568784522009-01-10T15:58:00.000+00:002009-01-10T15:58:00.000+00:00I was supposed to be devoting this week to writing...I was supposed to be devoting this week to writing, but spent two hours yesterday morning looking for a set of notes that I knew I had. I discovered them in a place I had looked in several times - but under something else and face down!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post-35462834335687293692009-01-10T11:10:00.000+00:002009-01-10T11:10:00.000+00:00St Anthony.St Anthony.Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02038360974343451842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19191002.post-35145712343173726392009-01-10T11:00:00.000+00:002009-01-10T11:00:00.000+00:00Prior to Christmas and as part of a fundraiser Bob...Prior to Christmas and as part of a fundraiser Bobby and I had our portrait made together. I picked them up and after we looked at them put them back in the envelope they came in. They lay on the dining room table until just before the Christmas party when I cleaned the table off. Now where are they?<BR/><BR/>I've looked in all the same places you have (as if we share our abode).<BR/><BR/>I love that you told us "it's in a red plastic folder," in case we come across it, I guess. Mine's in a manilla envelope.<BR/><BR/>Thing is, we will both find our lost things one day, "right there were we left it."Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10842576168520693461noreply@blogger.com